What are the beautiful poems about women?

A silky black hair flutters with the wind, slender phoenix eyebrows, eyes like a double star and a double moon, exquisite Joan nose, faint pink cheeks, cherry-like lips that are about to drip, flawless oval face, delicate snow skin, light figure and refined elegance. The following is a poem I carefully arranged for you, describing the beauty of women. Welcome to read for your reference.

Poems describing women's beauty 1;

First, who looks like the Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

Second, if the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.

Third, is Shi sick? Inside, the ugly people inside saw it. It was beautiful, but it was also heart-warming. Inside.

Fourth, soft hands, skin solidification, collar like dragonfly, teeth like rhinoceros, dumbfounded, clever smile, embarrassed eyes.

Five, the cheeks are condensed with new lychees, the nose is greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, and amiable.

Six, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, deep lock spring scenery.

Her sister's name is Huifang, and her face is picturesque.

8. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

9. Beauty lies in the East and embraces Tianjin. The whole dress smells good all the way, and the socks are gray. Looking at the makeup shadow underwater, draw a crescent moon between your eyebrows. It is said that Cao Zijian is the god of Luochuan.

Ten, about the yellow energy efficiency month, cutting gold as a star, secret and shy, charming and soft.

Eleven, slender hands, snow and wrist dew.

12. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

Thirteen, beautiful women don't want to make eyes, girls have to speak against the shuttle.

Fourteen, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, and the spring scenery is deeply locked.

Fifteen, fine eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, forget the customs when you see it.

Sixteen, the mirror lake is like the moon, and the wild girl is like snow. The blue waves in Xinzhuang are rippling, and the reflection of water and light is both wonderful and beautiful.

Seventeen, tiptoe point to the ground, tortoise shell is light on the head, the waist is elegant, and the earlobe is bright. It means that if the onion root is cut, the mouth is like a dani, and the steps are fine, which is unparalleled in the world.

Eighteen, who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

Nineteen, the skin is soft and delicate, and the bones are symmetrical. Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring.

Twenty, about the yellow energy efficiency month, Jin Qiao is a star, secret and shy, charming and soft.

Poetry 2 describes the beauty of a woman:

Twenty-one, the beauty is drunk, and the appearance is more beautiful.

22. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

23. If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

Twenty-four years old, her sister's name is Fang Hui, and her face is picturesque.

Twenty-five, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally to carve. .

Twenty-six, beauty drunk, Zhu Yan more drunk.

Twenty-seven, the beads don't move the eyebrows, and the lead is naive.

28. If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

Twenty-nine or thirteen times more, cardamom in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

Thirty, if the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green.

Thirty-one, soft, skin coagulation, collar like a dragonfly, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head like a flying moth eyebrow, awkward eyes.

Thirty-two, famous flowers flood into the country, appreciate each other, and often make you laugh. Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.

Thirty-three, send a greeting to San An, only to feel that geese fly every year.

Thirty-four, returning but blaming Dan Qing's hand, I have seen it in my life.

Thirty-five, the mirror lake is like the moon, and the wild girl is like snow. The blue waves in Xinzhuang are rippling, and the reflection of water and light is both wonderful and beautiful.

Thirty-six, sweet-scented osmanthus flow tiles, gone forever, Su E wants to go on.

The third poem describing the beauty of women:

Thirty-seven, the beauty is in the east, and she is allowed to go to Tianjin. The whole dress smells good all the way, and the socks are gray. Looking at the makeup shadow underwater, draw a crescent moon between your eyebrows. It is said that Cao Zijian is the god of Luochuan.

Thirty-eight, the clouds want to dress beautifully, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to dazzle. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

Thirty-nine, if the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not blue.

Forty, little white orchid fan, thin waist and jade belt dancing, suspected to be a fairy, looking back and smiling is better than Xinghua.

Forty-one, thirteen, early February, early cardamom. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

Forty-two, the clouds are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

Forty-three, yesterday's mountain fans came with clothes on their clothes.

44. I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, which rose from the clouds like a flower.

Forty-five, famous flowers love the country and are often laughed at by you. Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.

Forty-six, just like the spring rain falls on pear flowers.

Forty-seven, fading, low desire for language.

Forty-eight, its beginning is also brilliant, if it shines on the roof beam at the beginning of the day; It is also relatively low-level, and the moon is bright.

Forty-nine, the cheeks are new, the nose is greasy with goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable.

Fifty, small white orchid fan, thin waist and jade belt dancing, suspected to be a fairy, looking back and smiling is better than Xinghua.

Fifty-one, who looks like the Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

At the age of fifty-two, I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, rising from the clouds like a flower.

Fifty-three, its beginning is also, if it shines on the roof beam at the beginning of the day; It is also relatively low-level, and the moon is bright.

54. It's like spring rain falling on pear flowers.

Fifty-five, clear water out of hibiscus, naturally to carve.

Fifty-six, flowers bloom by water, water sinks into the bone, and jade sinks into the muscle.

57. It's like spring rain falling on pear flowers.